/vt/ - Virtual Youtubers

>>33236907
Well, I hadn't touched in about a month so in the meantime I've worked on Chapter two of Heartbreak Tokyo, A NoeFure threesome, Mumei helping you kill all of EN, a handful of incest fics, Subaru Netori, that Marine blackmail thing, and a Suisei kiss fetish fic.

There's an even bigger mountain of WIPs further back behind that

>>26076193
I've mentioned a few of them before the last time I was wondering what to work on and did this, but I jumbled around a few other one's into it this time to remove things I knew I for sure I didn't want to work on

Buck Breaking San, The Hades Mori thing, Yandere Holomyth, KFP Collabroator pt.2, A Netori fic where you fuck Subaru and Choco that's also kinda half me jerking off over MMA, The Noel Flare body writing one I mentioned a little while ago, A weird multi-Holo fantasy snippet I wanted to clean up since I wasn't gonna endeavor to properly do something with it, sex with Luna after Marine spikes a drink that gets her all hot and bothered, and a Selen and Elira loli threesome fic I had forgotten about.

I am profoundly jealous of the speed at which several authors here are able to write. My shifts have also changed leaving me with less time to write overall anyway.

>>7702772
>Move on to college. Anon has become estranged from his parents, living in an apartment a city over to attend school. Deep down, he resents his mother for finding him that night. If she hadn't, Matsuri would still be out. What's more, he's become the sort of 'college bicycle', turning to cheap flings to try and find anything resembling an emotional or sexual connection. Nothing clicks. It always comes back to Matsuri.
>The idea strikes him, then. Matsuri. It's been years and years since she was incarcerated. He never once thought to try and find her.
>He uses his connections as the victim of the crime to track the woman down. Uses the excuse that he wants to confront her in prison as a way of closure, some stupid shit like that. With the address to the prison she's in, he quickly makes his way there. At the visiting area, he waits patiently as she's called and brought out.
>Natsuiro Matsuri - notably more mature - is brought to her end of the plexiglass, escorted by two guards. She looks tired. More than tired - the spark in her eye that she had as a teenager has all but been snuffed out completely. When she sees exactly who's there to visit her, it takes a moment or two of processing to realize exactly who she's looking at. The clarity washes across her face in waves of deep horror. She sits, and shakily reaches for the receiver. She has trouble meeting Anon's eye.
>Expecting to be berated, Matsuri is instead spoken to in a soft, gentle voice, much to her surprise. Anon asks her how she's been. The response she gives comes out as an agitated whisper, something along the lines of 'what do you think?'. Still too scared to be fully angry. It isn't until Anon mentions how beautiful she still is that she becomes completely flabbergasted.
>Confused, she asks him what he actually wants. She expected him to just yell at her for twenty minutes then leave, like his mother does every so often. Anon, having already come this far and having dedicated himself to this path, quietly and carefully explains how badly he needs her. He tells her of his relationship struggles. His inability to connect with others, his inability to cum...everything leading back to her in his mind. He tells her how he thinks about what she did to him every single day, and how he hates her - not for what she did, but for showing him a glimpse of heaven before leaving his life forever. Matsuri sits in silent shock as Anon continues to explain his feelings towards her - for her - until he finally, for the first time in years, feels at peace. He asks her when she'll be released. She tells him it's a manner of months away - she's managed to get some of her sentence reduced for good behavior.
>Anon makes her a promise. He renews his promise to marry her - much to her furthered confusion - and tells her that when the time comes, when she's free, he'll be there for her, to take her away from this nightmare. Matsuri agrees in a daze.
>The months fly by. The day of Matsuri's release comes. Her own parents abandoned her long ago - no one besides Anon is there to greet her. Shuffling out in boring plainclothes, far from the orange she donned in her youth, Matsuri is swooped off her feet by Anon, who brings her into a tight embrace almost immediately. The girl lets out a confused yelp as she pounds at his back in embarrassment, and as he lowers her, he can catch a tiny glint of life back in the girl's eyes. He offers to let her live with him, should she want, until she can find a place on her own. Matsuri reluctantly agrees, and the two depart.
>Anon, however, cannot wait that long. He stops at a hotel roughly halfway between his home and the city and beckons Matsuri inside. Confused - and admittedly a little afraid that this will be her (in her mind deserved) end - she follows him in. As soon as they entire the room, Anon attacks Matsuri, pulling her into a deep kiss that mimics the first one he ever shared with the woman. Though Matsuri makes an attempt to fight it, to tell Anon what she did was wrong and that he should hate her, he questions her own feelings. When faced with the prospect that she's been imagining it since that day as well, Matsuri freezes on the spot, unable to defend herself against the claim.
>Almost step for step, Anon and Matsuri take their time, carefully recreating their shared 'romance' from years past with no mistakes - the acts burned into their mind so clearly they don't need reminding. For hours, the pair of them are able to vent their years and years of frustration in one another's arms.
>The story ends with one final journal entry a year after Matsuri's release. He wonders if it would be in poor taste to send Aqua a wedding invitation.
Fin.
I don't care. I want to be fucking destroyed by Matsuri. Irreparably damaged in a way that only she can do, that only she has use for after the fact. Fucking slit my throat.